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Chapter #7

The morning after

    by: too much free time Author IconMail Icon
(The following is an extract from 'Anthology of no interest'. A fanfiction writter 'by me' on fanfiction.net)

Fry was pulling his t shirt back down over himself after picking it up from the floor. Beside him still sleeping in the bed was the purple haired object of his affections wearing a very satisfied smile and what remained of her lingerie.

He stood up off the bed and tried to leave the bedroom as quietly as he could. Tried being the key word because something was holding him in place by the belt loop in his pants. He turned to face the exhausted eye of Turanga Leela.

“Where do you think your going. The party's not over yet.” She said in a desperate attempt to sound seductive with a raspy and tired voice. Moving into an alluring pose despite aching all over.

Fry smiled at her. Easily managing to get her to let him go. He knelt down next to the bed and cupped her face. “I would love nothing more.” He said looking deep into her eye. His sudden new found mastery of words very handy at the moment. “Unfortunately the professor called this morning and said we need to go in to make a very important delivery today.”

She groaned a little but nodded against his hand. “Al right. Just give me a minute to get ready.”

Fry chuckled a little “In your condition I'll be very surprised if you can even stand up.”

"Hmph." She went. Ignoring his advice she tossed aside her covers and moved her legs out of the bed. She looked up at him to watch the look on his face when he was proven wrong. She got her wish he was surprised for all but the fraction of a second as she stood up. Then immediately feel over from the weakness she felt in her legs. “Okay, maybe I have a little bit of trouble.”

“Told you. Ill just tell the professor you had an accident last night and can't come in today.”

Once again he was stopped by the sexy cyclops. “Not so fast.”

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